When I lay in rest And now the cycle again, Turns on when, I lay in rest Under the almond blossoms, in the chest.
I travel back through the narrow lanes, Of my mind Into the chuckles and games- That I find In my innocent face, Away from the tracks of race. When I longed for the moon, That I thought, would catch soon. When the only jealousy I had, Was for the doll of that lad.
I never knew When my jealousy grew, From the lad’s doll To the achievements of all. I never knew When my wishes turned, From the moon to the money I earned. I never knew When my innocent face, Slyly depicted a life of race.
Descending down to a child again My tired body gave me aches and pain. My wishes were again childish then, For my son’s love like the moon of the heaven. My talks were chuckles and works as games, Throwing myself into my childhood days, But then my childish heart stopped in its old body, Leading me to this grassy lane Where the perpetual cycles turns on again.
I remember when I was just 16, So much of my life was yet unseen. I was searching for something to help me discover, What set me apart, made me different from others. And there in my neighborhood, where we
The grain of wood was nuanced for naked aggression. The groping could not find the plasma. Some non-believers were deemed insane by rust-tainted smiles of shimmering stars. Defiant was the crushed grass after caressing the moon in lonely night. The
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